Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.